Broken Queen Full Movie Novels & Stories

“ I’m so disgusted to call you a woman..” Brenda burst into laughter, her breath ragged with rage and pain. “ You think you're any special? You think you wouldn't do the same thing if you were me?! He broke all rules with you when you don't even deserve him.” “ You want to know why he broke all the rules with me? Because a king only needs a queen, not a slutty mad woman who's insanely obsessed.” Just then, they heard the sound of the door button and the guards went to check it out.

my handmaid said as she left with the other maid. I stood up from the chair to get a full view of my dress I couldn't help but admire how beautiful I look today, I closed my eyes inhaling the sweet smell of happiness. Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me into a warm embrace. I could feel King Derek's presence before I even turned around. A smile instantly spread across my face as I leaned back into his comforting embrace.

Her mother looked at Lorrie in genuine, stunned speechlessness. The First King, however, threw his head back and began to laugh—a loud, booming sound of dark victory. "PERFECT! BEAUTIFUL! You finally embraced the true darkness required to wear the crown! You are the Mafia Queen!" "I am his wife," Lorrie growled, pointing a golden hand at the King. "And I am going to tear your head from your shoulders." "Are you?" the King sneered. The giant obsidian Gate behind him suddenly blew off its hinges!

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze

I explain as I run my palm down his chest, feeling the taut muscle beneath his white buttoned shirt. "You're the Jessica?" He grunts out in shock. "The one and only, baby," I say as I glance up at him. He gulps, "It wasn't a lot of money, only fifty grand. I swear I'll get it back to you." He breathes out desperately, "P-please, just give me a few days." I pout and shake my head, digging the knife even deeper into his neck.

"Where are you going? Don't make it difficult for me. Quickly sign the contract. I will add compensation for you as payment." "I have enough money. Young Master Qin, I won't make things difficult for you if you agree to my request." Senna moved her hand forcefully to free herself from him. The more she tried to rebel, the stronger he held her. Her fair skin turned red, the pain spreading throughout her body. "I will break your arm if you continue to be stubborn." "Go ahead. I'd rather my arm be broken than sign." "You really!" Young Master Qin raised his voice. "No one has ever dared to provoke me like this. I will truly break your arm."

Even though she had ratted me out, I was still worried for her—she was still my friend. “Uhmm…” the maid hesitated at first. I slowly stood up from the ground where I had slept and sat on my bed. “Speak,” I commanded. “Your Highness, from what I heard, the queen came into your room last night and was shocked to see Maria on your bed, wearing your clothes,” she paused, gulping. “The queen demanded an explanation, and that’s when Maria told her you wanted to escape and had worn her clothes. She was asked to take the guards to you, as the queen had already signaled them…” she continued, but I cut her off.

"Why are you still wearing a piece of junk this ancient? Which one of your little boyfriends threw this at you?" The color drained from my face, a desperate roar ripping from my throat. "Give it back to me!" Victoria laughed mockingly, tossing the broken locket onto the floor a few feet ahead of me. "If you want it so badly, go ahead and crawl for it!" That was my mother. I absolutely could not lose her. I pressed my chin firmly against the floor, using the raw strength of my core and stomach muscles to slowly drag my torso forward, inch by inch. With every single fraction of an inch I moved, the jagged edges of my broken bones stabbed violently into the surrounding muscle, causing a freezin

"I want you gone. Now." I stood there, motionless, as the weight of his words bore down on me. My entire world had just crumbled around me. The house that once felt like home, the love that was supposed to be real—it was all gone. I turned toward the door, my legs unsteady beneath me, but I couldn’t seem to make myself leave. "Go ahead," Margaret’s voice was a low, mocking whisper. "See how long you can last without your precious billionaire." That was the final straw. I slammed the door behind me, the sound reverberating in the silence that followed.

Asher watched Xavier throw another punch, knocking the man out flat on his a*s. "This isn't over, Valentino. We will find you on your turf. Just you wait." The man with the broken nose said while holding it. Asher's eyes roamed over toward Mark. He didn't say anything, just turned on his heel and walked out the back door, his men following behind with scowls on their faces.